Planted LyricsFlat-back
We laid out on the floor
In the pitch black
Of the early morn'
You said hold this tightly things tend to erase
But sometimes it gets away from me
So I try my best to plant my feet
'Cause it's getting harder to tell
If I'm even here
Think I'll go away for awhile
See if I grow
But the ground keeps shifting underneath
So I try my best to let things be
Struck match
Lit our empty room
And the hot wax
Smelled like her perfume
She said breathe in easy there's no rush
